Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

The destination is a more luxurious and spacious manor than before.

The lights were brightly lit, there was an endless stream of guests, and there was melodious music, as if some kind of banquet was being held.

Song Le followed Shi Zhuo to the gate of the manor. There were two rows of bodyguards, three checkpoints, and an old housekeeper with white hair but a healthy comb. He was always looking seriously at the side, watching the guests one by one.

Among the group of people, Shi Zhuo was slender and outstanding, and lined up obediently.

But even if he wanted to line up for a while, the old butler didn't give him a chance. After seeing Shi Zhuo, his expression changed for a moment, and he immediately stepped down.

"Master! What kind of line are you queuing here..." The old butler tried his best to lower his voice.

He stood here and waited for several hours, just to welcome this young master, how could he have imagined that this young master would go to wait in the line of guests peacefully.

There are a lot of people here, what if someone with malicious intentions is in danger, what should I do?

When the old butler said this helplessly and panicked, Shi Zhuo told Song Le a little joke, and smiled.

Wen Sheng frowned, turned his face away, and muttered in a low voice: "...how come your eyes are still so sharp at a very old age."

This childish murmur not only made the old housekeeper who looked after him dumbfounded, but also made Song Le, who was silent at the side, couldn't help laughing.

Hearing a series of low laughs, the old housekeeper noticed that there was someone beside his young master, or was it a girl?

The light illuminated the manor extremely brightly. Under the warm yellow light, this girl's black hair was as smooth as a waterfall reaching to her waist. The sides were braided and rolled back into knots. Her hands were folded in front of her body. Wei Wei looked at him cautiously.

The light blue long dress is sober and elegant, which especially complements her appearance.

The old housekeeper was looking at it in his heart, feeling good, but suddenly felt a chill.

... Hiss, the young master doesn't seem very happy.

He hurriedly welcomed them in with great sincerity and trepidation, and led them to the banquet hall.

Walking along the way, the old housekeeper who became a human being naturally realized that this girl meant something different to his young master.

Not to mention the unconcerned closeness, just the smile that she really loved that day, and the coquettish tone that she had never heard before, all made the old housekeeper...shocked and dazzled, and his scalp tingled.

If he hadn't seen the bloodthirsty scene of the young master killing people, he would have thought that the young master was such a well-behaved and innocent child.

But... such intimacy is not a good thing for that girl.

The old housekeeper thought secretly in his heart, his expression became a little heavy.

……

Let's talk about that end.

Song Le held up the hem of her skirt a little bit, and every step she took was a pain in the ass.

Be careful not to step on your skirt at all times, and then kiss the smooth and clean hall floor.

...It's really not easy to pretend to be a lady.

Looking around, it was clearly a banquet.

The music is melodious, more than a dozen crystal lamps are above the huge banquet hall, the bright champagne tower is distributed in the center of the hall, and there are all kinds of self-service dessert stands, and the crystal lamps shine with luxurious light everywhere.

Cups of wine were intertwined, and as far as the eye could see, there were gentlemen with decent smiles and ladies and ladies with toothless smiles, dazzling and extravagant.

Song Le pursed her lips, turned her head, looked up at Shi Zhuo who suddenly stood still, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Shi Zhuo didn't answer immediately, but looked at a middle-aged man who walked over elegantly and calmly, and slowly parted the corners of his lips, but his eyes were cold, and he tilted his head and asked, "Second Uncle, what's the matter?"